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At the end of the interview DJ Diplo said “well that was a great interview” as he was walking away and I don’t know if he was being sarcastic or sincere.

"We're all tired but you're the only one who can't show it." Eric to me, after a particularly lackluster take.

Now I'm in a cab on the way home after what felt like a really long day. There's traffic on the Brooklyn Bridge. I have a headache and my feet kill. On the upside I found my lingerie tape so now if I'm worried about my shirt popping open or sliding around I can surreptitiously tape that sucker to my flesh, which is what I did.
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When I'm rich and own the world one day I'm going to have my own bathroom that travels with me because the amount of time I spend waiting in public restroom lines is ridiculous.
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I’m back I’m back I’m back I’m back I’m back! I don’t even know what to say right now except I’m really glad to have internet again and also, my freezer smells. Like asparagus. I have a can of asparagus in the refrigerator. But I really think the smell is something separate. But what are the chances?

I have so much more to say but for now I’ll say that I just got back from interviewing one of the architects of the MINI rooftop and the space is really cool. Also, I got grass on my butt and shoes. And because I couldn’t find my lingerie tape because it’s in one of those boxes over there, I just scotch taped my shirt to my body. Also, it was so hot up there we both were shiny. Also, I’m tired. And finally, um, I missed you.

So years ago I had oral surgery because I had an impacted cuspid (hot!) And I remember thinking at the time that unlike so many experiences in life where you get yourself all worked up and nervous and then they go fine and are much better than you were expecting, the surgery really kind of sucked. And then I had to have it again a couple years later or maybe some months later, I can’t remember because it was high school when I was busy writing down what I wore everyday so I didnt repeat which is funny since now I always repeat. Clothes are really just an extension of your personality and my personality is green sweater. But anyway, moving is like surgery. It always is worse than you expect, or just as bad, and yet it gets done and then you forget about it and then eventually you have to do it again. I like the place though. I just feel a little disconnected because thanks to superior customer service, and that’s sarcasm, I have no internet or cable. Or phone, but that was to be expected. Anyway, if I sound hoarse tomorrow it’s because I had to smoke crack to settle my nerves. Also because I was on the phone for hours trying all manner of pleading from desperate to irate to resigned. Anyway, once I’m connected again just you wait because I took pictures with fred and rita today while moving in the midst of a crazy allergy attack. So, there’s that to look forward to.

And I end up saying to someone “We should totally do that and blob about it!”

I should get back to packing though. More packing, less blobbing.

Finding old IM conversations makes me think two things:

1. Why was I dealing with these things on IM?

2. Why did I save this? Now I feel icky!

3. Ok I lied, I think there's a third. I was probably too hard on this guy.

4. No, not you.

5. Actually, I'm going to quote from this, because it's interesting. This is what someone said to me, and I'm afraid it's true. "On the one hand I think you are sweet and reasonable and that all people should be treated with respect and dignity and blah blah blah, but on the other hand I'm getting angry because it's like you have this totally unrealistic expectation of how people should behave towards eachother and you are cutting off a very major area of human emotion — the shitty sector."
I swiftly ripped apart that logic. Like, immediately, but I think there's a little kernal of truth in there that I should pay attention to. Maybe.
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I mean, while I’m posting photos of small cute things…

I received a request for a baby manatee and as I don’t have the time to give birth right now, I thought I’d just post this photo.

When you’re a little kid and you go to Las Vegas for family vacations—which isn’t all that fun, by the way, though Circus Circus is/was mindblowing—you drink this or tomato juice. Gawker says it’s coming back. I didn’t realize it went away. I think there’s probably a 25 year old jar of it in my parents’ cupboard.